Captian's Log How Can We Hope to Flee From the Wrath of God? 1 Apr 2022 Please do not look away from this twitter thread: https://twitter.com/LilaGraceRose/status/1509994640170172418 Please pray. Pray for my nation. Pray for repentance. God will judge.
Captian's Log On the Need for Horror 31 Mar 2022 Why are my favorite "horror" movies really just comedies? What's wrong with me? In other news, I've been sick. I think it's allergies, but they're killer this year. I've been…
Captian's Log The Church 20 Mar 202219 Mar 2022 And I awoke from that dream, as the church bells rang, and stretched in that cold pew. And I saw that the church walls rose up around me as walls…
Captian's Log The Church 19 Mar 2022 Yet I had to follow; softly, aiming always toward the sound. Ever present, the grinning gargoyles watched, vomiting out frothing streams which seemed to fall, some downward and some upward,…
Captian's Log The Church 18 Mar 2022 In that silence, the pounding of my heart was like a war drum. I feared, even in that dreadful loneliness, lest someone should overhear it. I feared the bells. They…
Captian's Log The Church 17 Mar 2022 When the bells began ringing, I remember, it sent a shiver up my spine. This strange, gothic world of escheresque cathedrals—you were never in or out of a building, for…
Captian's Log A Dead Guy Walks Into a Bar 16 Mar 202216 Mar 2022 "So, a dead guy walks into a bar—" "How?" my friend asks. "On his feet." "Yeah, but how? Like, he's dead. If he's a vampire, he can't, right? If he's…
Captian's Log In the Darkness 5 Mar 20225 Mar 2022 The dragon slithers amid his golden treasures, the thousands of glistening coins tinkling like little bells in the darkness. In the darkness, another sound, the ringing of steel; a sword…
Captian's Log The Slave’s Dream 3 Mar 2022 The pick struck the earth, and the sweat fell. Worn and tired and dying. Pick. Sweat. Sun. Hot sun. Pick. Hit the earth. Pick. Strike the earth. Dig. Deeper. Sun.…
Captian's Log Signs 1 Mar 2022 The old and ruined church, with peeling bell and calling knell, waits beside the graveyard. The dead do not listen. They say it is no more than wind which activates…
